new text message: the last time we kissed, i realized you didn’t wrap your arms around my neck like you should’ve - didn’t pull me beneath your ribs and into the fractured pieces of your wasteland. i don’t live there anymore but it sure felt like home. welcome mat went missing long before our lips met, and i find it from time to time: drifting across forest floors because its got better things than us to lay out for.
message received: well, we drifted apart in the sea of intoxicated feelings. I slowly began to drown away in what was left of our kiss. And I guess you wished for it to be perfect. I don’t think the tulips you left under the maple tree our maple tree have surely died like our love. I feel as if the pieces you left are what you try to make run this rusty love. I guess all good things get lost in the wind at the end of it all.
new text message: i could have died in your arms.
